On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 100

His foot pressed the accelerator to the floor.

In the other car, George glanced at Jessica in the passenger seat. "Lance is in a hurry. You think he's rushing home to see if you're there?"

Jessica, who had already changed back into her own clothes, sat up straighter.

George chuckled. "So skittish. Just like a little rabbit."

"Just drive," Jessica snapped. "Pass him."

"He's got the pedal to the metal," George said with a smirk. "Passing him now would be dangerous."

Jessica shot him a glare. "If you don't, then don't ever ask me for a favor like this again. You can explain to Mr. George why you failed your mission and get your pay docked for all I care!"

A relaxed, confident smile spread across George’s face. "Hold on tight."

Jessica immediately grabbed the handle above her head.

George's expression turned serious, his eyes sharp as he focused on the road ahead. The car lunged forward like a striking panther, a predator emerging from the shadows. In an instant, the Cullinan shot past the Bentley.

Lance's jaw tightened as he saw the other car pull ahead. He pushed his own car to its limit.

"You've been on edge all night," she sighed. "Your rivals will see right through you. You need to pull yourself together."

When they arrived at the Kensington estate, Catherine got out of the car. "Lance, I'm heading home," she said, hesitating for a moment.

He just nodded and turned away. She stomped her foot in frustration as she watched him go. Walking toward her own house, she pulled out her phone. "Ethan, I need a favor. Can you get me the full guest list for the masked ball tonight? And I need a copy of the security footage."

Meanwhile, Lance strode into his house. Karen rushed to meet him, taking his jacket. "Mr. Smith, Susan asked me to prepare a late-night snack for you. Would you like it now, or after your shower?"

"Is Jessica home?" was all he asked.